When you have a thrice-a-day Starbucks addiction, a love affair with Louboutins, and an apartment in one of the most expensive cities in the world, the last thing you need is to lose your job. But that’s what happened to me—or what will, unless I can pull off the impossible: find Eli Murphy.

Eli, notorious playboy and New York City high roller, is the founder of the newzine where I work. He’s been MIA for three years. But I think I can find him. If I do, and I get his story, I can keep my job.

I slipped out of bed and padded across the hall, stopping in
the doorway. My chest tightened at the sight before me.

Richard, tall, broad, and bare chested, cradling his
daughter close, and dancing with her. She was tucked high on his chest, with his
cheek resting on her head. Her tiny hand was encased inside his, and he held
her protectively. No doubt his humming was soothing to her, rumbling through
his chest and lulling her into peace.

Tears filled my eyes watching them. The cold-hearted man I first
knew was gone and replaced by this protector who would do anything to care for
his child. To care for me.

New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland,
lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved
husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means
more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent
with them.

While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged
with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking,
and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties,
and also enjoys travelling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always
the best part of any trip.

Melanie delights in a good romance story with some bumps
along the way, but is a true believer in happily ever after. When her head
isn’t buried in a book, it is bent over a keyboard, furiously typing away as
her characters dictate their creative storylines to her, often with a large
glass of wine keeping her company.

My Review:

4.5 Stars!

You must read this complex, emotionally beautiful book!

Kate Sterritt has written a highly emotional journey told in past and present. The story focuses on Emerson and her journey through life and the boy who was her everything. The story is so complex. I read the synopsis before I started and was intrigued. It didn’t even give me a tiny blip into what I would experience. I read with my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes. I won’t give anything away, but just know… you need to read this book. It is amazing!

Kate Sterritt lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband,
three young sons and highly energetic German Shorthaired Pointer puppy.

When she’s not madly juggling the logistics of soccer
trainings, play dates and volunteering at the school, she can be found at her
laptop, writing the types of novels she loves to read. Her characters are
inspired by her own experiences, blended with her imagination and a healthy
dose of wishful thinking.

I’m obsessed with blowing kisses. I guess that makes me a
romantic. I love books and cute boys and reading about cute boys in books. I’m
infatuated with the glamour girls of the past: Audrey, Dorothy, Marilyn,
Elizabeth. I’m a self-confessed girly girl, book nerd, food enthusiast,
and comic book fan. Odd combination huh, you have no idea…

Today we are celebrating the release of IF WE FALL by K.M. Scott. It is a contemporary romance title and is the final book in the Corrupted Love series. Check out the teasers and buy links below to grab your copy now!

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If We Fall by K.M. Scott
(Corrupted Love, #3)

NOW AVAILABLE!

Synopsis:

The thrilling conclusion to the Corrupted Love Trilogy, a new unforgettable romance by K.M. Scott, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Heart of Stone and Club X Series!

If we fall…

Ryder
I’ve protected Serena from everything I could in her father’s world, but with each horrible act he committed, I knew the time would come when protecting her wouldn’t be enough. When that day comes and it’s either Robert or me who survives, I will do what I have to so the woman I love and my child are safe.

May heaven help me.

Serena
Every day I grow stronger as the child Ryder and I created grows inside me. I’m no fool, though. I know my father will do everything in his power to keep his control over us. But I’m not that scared little girl I used to be anymore, and the time is coming when he will realize that.

We’re fighting for even more than love now. This time, we’re fighting for family.

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

K.M. Scott writes contemporary romance stories of sexy, intense, and unforgettable love. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, she’s been in love with romance since reading her first romance novel in junior high (she was a very curious girl!). Under her Gabrielle Bisset name, she writes erotic paranormal and historical romance. She lives in Pennsylvania with a herd of animals and when she’s not writing can be found reading or feeding her TV addiction.

Today we are celebrating the release of HAREM NIGHT by Bethany Lopez. Harem Night is an erotic short story that is available to read on KindleUnlimited or you can buy it for .99¢.

Harem Night by Bethany Lopez

An Erotic Short

Synopsis:

This erotic short was originally included in the Incognito and Revealed Anthology.

When Scarlet is offered the opportunity to work one night in a popular sex club, her initial reaction is to say no. Learning that the amount of money she’d earn by being part of a Harem-themed event would get her out of debt and give her a nice nest egg, she throws her Inhibitions aside.What she doesn’t expect is that the procurer of the Harem night scene is someone from her past. That discovery has Scarlet participating in the event rather than blending into the background. What begins as one night might just change the rest of her life.

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Award-Winning Author Bethany Lopez began self-publishing in June 2011. She’s a lover of all things romance: books, movies, music, and life, and she incorporates that into the books she writes. When she isn’t reading or writing, she loves spending time with her husband and children, traveling whenever possible. Some of her favorite things are: Kristen Ashley Books, coffee in the morning, and In N Out burgers.

Carrie Ann Ryan’s INKED EXPRESSIONS releases June 6th – but we have plenty of exciting to content to tide you over until then! You can read the first chapter of INKED EXPRESSIONS below, see the book trailer, and find out who your Montgomery Ink hero is – and which Montgomery Ink heroine you’re most like!

About INKED EXPRESSIONS

The Montgomery Ink Series from NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan continues with the brother who keeps his secret and the one woman he shouldn’t want.

Everly Law married the love of her life and on the eve of giving birth to their twins, lost him in a tragic accident. Now she’s a single mother working overtime at her bookstore trying to make sure her boys have the life they deserve. Her life is busy enough without her adding dating a Montgomery. As past secrets come to light, she’ll need Storm more than ever—even if she doesn’t realize it.

Storm Montgomery has spent his life atoning for sins that only few know he’s committed. When he lost his best friend, he promised his widow that he’d always be there for her—even when she wanted nothing to do with him. But when a single touch ignites passions they’ve both buried deep inside, he’ll have to remember exactly who is in his arms and that taking chances might be far more dangerous than they bargained for.

Read the First Chapter of INKED EXPRESSIONS

Then

The babies kicked, sending a shockwave through Everly Law’s bladder. She winced, rubbed the large swell of her stomach, and tried to remember the last time she’d seen her feet.

“Storm?” she called out, now running a hand down her back since that ached, as well. Being eight months pregnant with twins wasn’t an easy task. “Yeah?” her husband’s best friend called out from the back of the house. “You need me?”

That man, she thought with a smile. He always put everyone else first no matter what. Here he was on his evening off, hanging out at her house making sure things were ready for the new babies and finishing up the back deck that Jackson had never gotten around to. She honestly didn’t know why the man was single. Some woman should have snatched him up years ago.

“I just need you to tell me if my shoes match,” she yelled back.

He chuckled as he made his way into the living room where she stood, sorting through the mail. “Your shoes match, Ev. I would have told you if they didn’t.”

She rolled her eyes. “You say that, but I still remember the time you let Jackson walk around campus with toilet paper tucked into the back of his pants.”

While she was a few years younger than both Jackson and Storm, she’d been an undergraduate at the University of Denver while both men were in graduate school finishing up their degrees— Storm his Master’s in Architecture, Jackson his Ph.D. in Anthropology. From the moment she’d begun dating Jackson over a decade ago, Storm had been a part of their lives. The men had been childhood friends, and as such, she’d formed a friendship with Storm also, though it was nothing like what the two men shared.

Storm ran a hand over her belly— the only person other than Jackson she’d ever allow to do that— and smiled. “Jackson deserved that. He pissed me off that morning.” He shrugged, his dark hair falling over his forehead. The man needed a haircut, but he seemed to like it longer on the top than the sides anyway. “I don’t even remember what he did, but I remember that not telling him about what he missed was decent revenge. I’d never do something like that to you.” He winked, those blue eyes of his sparkling. “Not because I’m a nice guy, but because I’m pretty sure you could take me.”

She waved her fist at him, her fingers so swollen she couldn’t even wear her wedding ring. “And don’t you forget it, Storm Montgomery.”

He let out a breath and rubbed her belly again. The babies rolled, enjoying Uncle Storm’s touch, apparently, since they weren’t kicking her bladder again at the moment. “Your shoes match, and you even have pants on, but how about you relieve my stress and sit down on the couch while you look at the mail. You’re like days from your due date and starting to freak me out.”

She let him lead her to the couch since he’d just annoy her if she didn’t— though her ankles had swollen up like her hands, so maybe he wasn’t all that wrong about her needing to sit down.

“I’m a couple of weeks away, Storm, not days,” she countered once he’d settled her on the couch with a couple of throw pillows at her sides.

“You’re having twins, and they don’t usually like to take their time. Believe me, I know. I am a twin.” He winked again, and she snorted.

“Your poor mother,” Everly teased. “Not only twins with you and Wes, but eight children altogether. I have no idea how she did it.” She rubbed her belly, that familiar tension sliding through her. “I don’t know how I’m going to do it.”

Storm frowned and sat down on the table in front of her. “You’re going to be a great mom, Ev. You already take care of Jackson and me. What’s one more set of boys?”

She laughed, despite the worry in her veins. Something was off tonight, she could feel it, but she hoped it was just nerves from the upcoming labor and delivery— and then the whole raising twin boys thing.

“You handle yourself just fine, and Jackson’s not that bad.” She rolled her eyes as she said it, and Storm grinned. “I’m serious,” she said with a laugh as Storm shook his head. “Jackson is always in his head, thinking and working, but he’s not immature or anything. I just like to make sure he’s taken care of because he sometimes forgets daily things.”

Storm narrowed his eyes. “And who is taking care of you?”

You are.

She blinked at that thought and firmly put it away. “Jackson takes care of me, as well. And now we’ll both take care of these babies.”

Storm nodded. “And I take it he won’t be going on as many trips as he has been lately? I mean, this is like the fifth or sixth conference he’s flown to since you found out about the twins. I hope he’s just getting it all out of his system before he comes home and stays here for a bit.”

There was an edge to his tone that Everly couldn’t place, but she was far too tired to deal with it. The babies had kept her up all night, and she frankly hated having half of the bed empty without Jackson there to warm it.

“He said it won’t be as bad when the babies come.” Though Jackson hadn’t sounded all that happy at the time about not being able to do as many guest lectures and conferences, and that did tend to worry her a little. Everly loved the fact that he was so passionate about his work, but she was also happy that he was going to stay at home for longer periods of time to help with their babies. While she knew she was strong and capable, raising twins on her own was not something she desired to do.

Everly sighed. “And a woman needs to do the same. We’re fine, Storm, stop fretting. It’s going to turn that beautiful mane gray one of these days.”

His cheeks reddened, and he let out a curse. “You’re just mean, Ev. Plain mean.”

“I’ve had to be if I wanted to keep up with you and Jackson.” She frowned and looked down at her watch. “Speaking of Jackson, he was supposed to have landed already and he hasn’t texted. I hope his flight isn’t delayed.”

Storm stood up and rubbed his back. “He probably just forgot. You know Jackson.”

She did, sadly, so him not texting or calling wasn’t all that surprising. He just got so in his head with his work, he forgot those around him some days. Another thing she hoped would change with the arrival of the twins. He seemed so excited about them, so she figured they would at least keep him out of his head for longer periods of time than he was now. “

Thanks for taking care of me, Storm,” Everly said after a moment. “And taking care of the back deck tonight, though I know you’re not really in the mood.”

He shrugged. “It needed to be fixed since that bottom step rotted out. Jackson’s not exactly handy, and I do happen to own half a construction business. It’s sort of my thing.” He rubbed his back again, and Everly frowned.

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?” She tried to lever herself up, but he held up a hand.

“I’m fine, Ev. Don’t get up and jostle the babies. I’m just a little sore, is all. Nothing a few stretches won’t fix.”

“Are you sure you should be working on the deck tonight, then?” she asked, worried. “You’re the architect of Montgomery Inc., not the contractor, so I don’t know how much pressure you usually put on your back if you’re this sore. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

He fisted his hands for a moment before stuffing them into his pockets. “I’m fine, Ev. Stop fretting. Just sit there and relax and before you know it, Jackson will be home, and your deck will be ready for you to actually stand on.”

She huffed a breath. “If that’s some kind of fat joke, I’ll hoist myself off this couch and kick your ass right now. Don’t think I won’t.”

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and held them up in mock surrender. “Dear God, woman. I would never make a fat joke about a lady, let alone a pregnant one. I have three sisters and a mother who can kick my ass just like you can. I know better.”

She smiled sweetly. “I’m glad they taught you a few things.”

He muttered under his breath as he walked away, and Everly grinned, feeling a little better than she had before, though she wasn’t about to tell him that her sitting down had helped. There was only so much ego stroking she could handle.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and she frowned. She wasn’t sure who it could be, but Jackson’s parents did live a few miles away and liked to show up unannounced. Just thinking about that set her teeth on edge, so she ignored it and somehow levered herself off the couch. She wasn’t sure Storm could hear the doorbell from outside, and since it was her house, after all, she might as well answer it.

Everly waddled over and opened the door, blinking hard at the sight in front of her. The two officers gave her a sad smile, their chests broad as they took deep breaths. Her hands shook as she gripped the doorknob with one, the frame with the other. “Can I help you?”

“Mrs. Law?” the older of the two officers said softly. “May we come in?” Everly’s throat went dry, and she tried to keep the sense of foreboding from rushing into her, but she couldn’t quite manage it— or think.

“What’s going on, officers?” Storm asked from behind her. He put his hand on her shoulder, steadying her. Everly’s knees went weak, and she leaned into him, knowing she couldn’t stand on her own.

Both men looked up at Storm, frowns on their faces. “We need to speak to Mrs. Law. May we come in?”

“That way, she’s not on her feet,” the younger one added softly, and Everly’s heart raced.

She moved back, pushing Storm out of the way softly. “Come in,” she whispered, her voice hollow.

The two officers could have been there for any number of reasons, and yet Everly knew. She knew that no matter what happened next, her life would forever be altered.

As soon as they sat down, the officers spoke, and Storm gripped Everly’s hands, but she couldn’t hear anyone clearly. It was as if she were in a vacuum and everything was taking longer to reach her ears than normal.

Her husband was dead.

Gone before she could take her next breath.

The commuter plane that Jackson had been on had crashed outside of Boston. There were no survivors. No hope of finding her husband alive and whole, or even his body to put to rest.

The babies kicked at her bladder again, and she pressed her hand against her stomach, numb yet knowing she had no right to be that way. She couldn’t sit here and listen to them talk of grief councilors and who would be in touch with her shortly. Storm spoke for her, and she couldn’t care. She’d deal with everything later.

Right now, she needed to protect her children.

Jackson’s babies.

Babies he’d never see. Never hold. Never know.

She stood up then, only just aware that she’d interrupted whatever the men in the room had been saying. “I have to pee,” she blurted. The officers gave her an odd look, but Storm kept his grip on her hand.

“Everly.” His voice was deep, soothing, and a little bit worried. Yet she couldn’t focus on that.

“I need to take care of the babies,” she rasped. “I’ll… I’ll be right back. Can you…” She swallowed hard. “Can you take care of… just take care of it?”

He nodded before letting her hand go, and she waddled away from the living room, not looking at the officers who sat on her soft loveseat. Storm would take care of them and tell her what she needed to do. She couldn’t focus on anything else just then, only her babies.

They were the most important things.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she locked herself in the hall powder room, her legs shaking. The numbness settled in once more, and she looked at herself in the mirror, wondering who stared back at her, because that wasn’t the Everly she knew.

Jackson is gone, she reminded herself.

Gone.

And when the pinch inside her echoed throughout her body and liquid pooled around her feet, she once again knew nothing would ever be the same.

The babies were coming, but Jackson wasn’t.

He never would be.

And Everly wept.

Now

“I need you to breathe in, baby,” Everly said softly as she held Nathan to her chest. Her three-year-old wheezed into the nebulizer, and she tried not to let herself go numb again. She refused to allow that sensation to take hold as it had once before. She didn’t have time to ignore the panic running through her veins, but she could take that panic and turn it into the focus she needed.

Nathan looked up at her, his big eyes full of fear, an emotion that made her want to cry right along with him. James, her other sweet baby boy, held onto her shirt from where he stood beside the bed, tears running down his face.

We’ve all been here before, she thought, though tonight seemed like a far worse asthma attack than usual. She held back a curse and bundled Nathan in a blanket in her arms.

“Okay, Nathan honey, we’re going to go to the doctor just to make sure you’re okay.” She kissed his little face, a thousand things going through her mind as to what needed to be done.

“Uncle Storm,” James said from her side. “I want Uncle Storm.”

Everly looked down at James before looking at Nathan, who nodded beneath the mask. She honestly didn’t want to call Storm because that’s all she’d been doing for the past three years, at least until a month ago, but tonight wasn’t about her. It was about her boys and the fact that, frankly, she needed help.

“I’ll call from the car, now come on, babies. Let’s go.” She bundled them up quickly and got them into the car within five minutes. The fact that she’d gotten into such a routine because of her two boys’ health issues made her heart hurt, but she ignored it. The twins came first.

Always.

And that meant if she had to call Storm for help once again, she would.

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About Carrie Ann Ryan

Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.

Truth or Dare (Liar Liar #2)

by l. a. cotton

BLURB

Escaping to Credence was supposed to be Becca’s shot at a new life, but some secrets refuse to stay hidden, and now that the truth is out, everything changes.

Everything.

The people she thought she could trust lied. The guy she thought cared about her kept her in the dark. And with no one to turn to, Becca finds it hard to unravel the truth. When she finally does, her past and present collide in a way no one saw coming.

The truth can hurt you … Some dares will destroy you.

My Review:

4 Stars!!

Finally, we get some answers and boy are they a doozy!

The follow up novel to Liar Liar by L. A. Cotton has arrived and you are in for quite a ride. When we last left off, Evan and Scarlett left Becca feeling betrayed and alone. Truth or Dare picks up and the drama and secrets are in full force. Cotton put in some twists and turns I never saw coming. This book (and series) really kept me on my toes. The emotional content to the story is spot on. I could feel the betrayal and the hurt Becca experienced and when it was finally revealed why she had to go and the whole back story with Kendall… phew! These kids are crazy! I loved that we got more from Evan’s POV. He is a gem with one of the biggest hearts I have read in awhile. You can’t help but love him.

Grab the conclusion and get your answers! It is a wild ride!

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Book #1: Liar Liar

Book #2: Truth or Dare

EXCERPT

I pushed my way farther into the thick of
it, earning me a couple of hard glares from guys twice my size. Becca spun
again, facing the stage, and I moved behind her, leaving only a sliver of space
between us. It was perfect timing because
the song ended and the band went straight into something with less base. The
sea of faceless people swayed and bobbed their heads in time with the mellow
beat. Becca followed them, her shoulders swinging from side to side. Her black
sweater hung off one shoulder, revealing a khaki tank top underneath and milky
skin just begging to be touched. Without thinking, I slid my arms around her
waist and gathered her against me. Her body recoiled, and I felt Becca’s fight
instinct kick in, but I held firm, dipping my mouth to her ear. “It’s me,” I
whispered.

She relaxed into me and continued moving to
the music. I didn’t care that I looked all kinds of awkward because it was the
closest Becca had let me get since the night we’d been together. My fingers dug
into her hips at the memory, anchoring her to me, but she didn’t move. She didn’t
fight me off or give me hell; she just continued
to soak up the atmosphere. I didn’t want to push her or be a jerk, but I was a guy,
and she was here, pressed up against me, looking all kinds of hot.

Did she feel it too?

The pulse of electricity between us, the
spark?

Becca hadn’t been wrong when she’d accused
me of using her to forget about all the shit going on in my life, but it was
more than that with us. We both knew it, and deep down, I think that was why
she was so reluctant to give me a second chance.

We had a shot at something real.

Something messy and ugly and raw—and that
terrified her. Hell, it terrified me. Becca hadn’t grown up in a place like
Credence, but she’d ended up here for a reason. If she’d just let me in … If she’d trust me with whatever it was she
was hiding, I could help. I could be
there for her. Maybe that made me a selfish bastard, dragging her into my
fucked-up life, but she made breathing easier. She made everything a little bit
easier, and I hadn’t expected—or even wanted—it to happen, but I needed her.

I needed her more than she would ever know, so if there was even a tiny chance she would let me back in, I would take it. Starting with right now.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Author of mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.

Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than 1.5 million books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in sixteen languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

Shacking Up by Helena Hunting is live!

Synopsis:

Ruby Scott is months behind on rent and can’t seem to land a steady job. She has one chance to turn things around with a big audition. But instead of getting her big break, she gets sick as a dog and completely bombs it in the most humiliating fashion. All thanks to a mysterious, gorgeous guy who kissed and then coughed on her at a party the night before.

Luckily, her best friend might have found the perfect opportunity; a job staying at the lavish penthouse apartment of hotel magnate Bancroft Mills while he’s out of town, taking care of his exotic pets. But when the newly-evicted Ruby arrives to meet her new employer, it turns out Bane is the same guy who got her sick.

Seeing his role in Ruby’s dilemma, Bane offers her a permanent job as his live-in pet sitter until she can get back on her feet. Filled with hilariously awkward encounters and enough sexual tension to heat a New York City block, Shacking Up, from NYT and USA Today bestselling author Helena Hunting, is sure to keep you laughing and swooning all night long.

My Review:

4 Stars!!

What do you get when you put a sassy, out of work, down on her luck actress together with a sexy, rich, ex-rugby player and add in a ferret and a tarantula? You get the fun, sexy Shacking Up!

In her fun, sassy writing style, Helena Hunting has given us a fun story that is as sexy as it is funny! Sizzling undercurrents of lust and longing mingle to create a nice, slow burn that builds to an explosive climax when these two finally give in. Ruby is a great character. She gives as good as she gets with a mix of snark and smarts. She often uses that snark to cover up her insecurities and she has a few, particularly some daddy issues. She also has an issue with socks. Bancroft, despite his overly stuffy name, is anything but. He grew up wealthy, but instead of following his father and brothers into the family business, he went his own way and played professional rugby until a knee injury ended his career. Now, he is working for this father and not exactly thrilled about it. He is down to Earth and passionate, especially about Ruby. He also has a pet ferret and a tarantula. Can’t get much better than that.

I loved the plot. It was familiar yet different. It meandered along at a nice pace without forcing the relationship on us. When Ruby and Bancroft finally “get on the same page” things heat up quickly. Of course, no good story is without complications. A series of misunderstandings and an inability to communicate lend to said complications.

Never fear, these two work things out and get their HEA.

My only real complaint… I wanted the words! I love the words and they weren’t officially said, only implied and said in other ways. (Disclaimer: this is my opinion and only my opinion)